#Texas rodeo

[shanellofhouston]

[anxietyfrappuccino]

*tank (on the smaller side but still very capable of real violence!) displayed at rodeo*

everyone: oh, that's cool

me: *instantly imagining all the ways it could kill me* what the fuck

myself: okay, but they show this shit every year. it's fine. we're all fine.

and i: why did i ever think this was normal, and holy shit if i stand right here, it's pointed right at my head

[rocketbirdie]

just put in my two weeks, so to speak.

[goldrushenthusiast]

Will has definitely taken Nico to a rodeo before, just saying

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom!

@xtherainbowconnectionx mentioned Texan Ice to me and I cannot get him out of my head. 

Just, a Tom Kazansky who was raised out in Nowhere, Texas and didn't really wear shoes until he was old enough for school. 

An Ice who was called Junie or Junior growing up and the only son of a bullfighter and a barrel racer who fell in love at the local Rodeo. 

Maybe he was the only child of a mother who died too soon, died bringing him into the world too early because it was 1959 and they lived so far from town. He was small and pink and Tom Kazansky Sr. was so desperate that he popped his newborn son in a basket and put him in the oven to keep him warm. 

He gives his name to that little boy because it’s all he has to give, a name from a place he's never been and the deed to his dead Mama’s farm. 

I need a Tom Senior who tries so hard but doesn't understand his son. Ice has dreams of flying and something beyond sorghum fields and Tom Senior loves his son with all his heart but doesn't really know him. He didn't know his own Daddy beyond the buckle of a belt. He raised his son with all the goodness he could muster. 

He doesn't want his little boy to go to a place that he can't protect him and the only thing he knows about the military is the boys who didn't come home from ‘Nam. 

He can't vocalize his fears though, so he tells his boy not to come back without a chest full of metals and golden wings. 

Then he cries in his barn with no company but the stars. 

Ice comes home with a loudmouthed boy who is small and wiry and reminds Tom Senior of himself — running away to the Rodeo to fight bulls that were less scary than his own drunk of a daddy. 

He loves his boy, who is the sun that rises and sets, the thing that Tom Senior’s world revolves around. But there is no poetry in their life and he's just a man, but he opens the door wide enough to usher both men inside. 

“Y’all can bunk down in Junior’s room. It’s mighty fine to me.” 

It’s love, in the only way Tom Senior can express it. 

Just — Texan Ice is giving me feelings. 

[kokoch4nel]

ℳ𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞

　𝒢𝒞 　﹒† won't bow my head　；

０.１ ain`t a cowgirl but i can rid—

[sheerqueer]

John and Jeff in the stands at the Gay Rodeo

photographed by September Dawn Bottoms for The New Yorker article The Renewed Importance of the Texas Gay Rodeo // 2023

[engelart]

“Bull Rider”, 2011  by Norman Engel

[whatthefluffnightvale]

Really awesome article was published today (April 30th, 2023) about gay rodeo!!!

Please give it a read, and if anyone wants information on how to get involved: where to go watch, or even competing- just let me know. Gay rodeo has been going on since the 60s and has chapters in several states in the US, as well as in Canada. But only has a fraction of the numbers it used to, and very few younger folks.

[pasc4lfuzz]

rodeo day with pre outbreak!Joel Miller

moodboard

[aceasadhd]

Team Rodeo Weekend

[scodeeyodee]

Rodeo Houston Pack CC

Deco Astrodome

Deco NRG Stadium (3 Swatches)

Deco Carnival Stand (5 Swatches)

Deco Ticket Booth

Functional Carnival Build (Jasmine Raditz)

Download: Patreon

[rootin-n-bootin]

I wish more folks knew about the gay rodeo :(

Cool community, incredible history, and amazing opportunity to interact with queer elders

[theunderestimator-2]

“Oh, to be young. To still be one's own hero.” (David Guterson): the late Marilyn Dean & Kathy Valentine, drummer & guitarist of The Violators, Austin's 1st (?) punk band, here at Randy's Rodeo for The Sex Pistols show in San Antonio on Jan. 8, 1978, as captured by Tom McMahon.

austinchronicle.com/ :"When The Violators and the Skunks invade Raul's, fourteen days after the Sex Pistols break up and mainstream media declares punk dead, Austin's scene begins at a Tejano bar…", [before a crowd of no more than maybe 50 or 60, since a 100 was a big crowd at Raul's at those first shows.] "The Violators were very young kids," says [The Skunks'] Blackmon. "Marilyn was like 16, Kathy was 16, Carla was probably 21. Jesse was probably the best musician in that band, off the top of my head. Carla was good. They were just kids playing fast English punk music. Those were our influences at that time." "It was mainly people who didn't seem to know what to make of cute girls playing guitars and drums," remembers Valentine. "More than the music, it was the fact that we were female that they had no reference for. The only females in Austin doing this played fiddle – Marcia Ball was the only real musician in a band. Everybody else played fiddle or sang or were folk people." "…More than anything, it was the shock of the new. The Violators were mostly young, attractive women playing loud, fast, Sex Pistols-meets-Ramones punk. And they were doing this in a Tejano bar on the Drag, in a town musically ruled by Cosmic Cowboys and white bluesmen. Everything was changing. You either changed with it, or you opposed it. There was no room for the lukewarm…."

Marilyn & Kathy met in high school & quickly became best friends, the teen kind that does everything together: as Kathy Valentine recalls, they started bands, went to clubs, met boys and dreamt of big things in life, even moved out to LA together in 1978 but as it so often happens in life, they drifted apart after a falling out. Kathy later went on to play bass in The Go-Go's and sadly Marylin Dean passed away in recent years.

Photo & info via Tim Stegall's 'Austin Punk Chronicles' at austinchronicle.com.

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[court-ashby]

It’s rodeo szn beybehhhh

[engelart]

“bull rider”, 2014 by Norman Engel